Mission Mission

I really couldn’t figure out what was going on here.  I keep hearing that the “wind tunnel effect” is just a fictitious excuse for the filth of the Mission made by white, yuppie apologists.  But I swear I saw these balloons blowing around Folsom.  Couldn’t have been the wind… must have been the DMT.

I generally think seasons are overrated but nothing matches the beauty of dying leaves.  We don’t get much of a foliage in the Mission, but those rare patches of it are spectacular.

Don’t worry, we’re definitely just kidding around.

(YouTube)

(via The Tens SF)

via Everyday Photos

My friend Jed is looking for an apartment and got tipped off to some magical poetry found in the Mission District listings on Craigslist. It’s really hard to pick a favorite line.

$530 You get the bedroom. Have my space. (mission district) (map)

This is a nice and comfortable. This guy that you will live with doesn’t easily show his old injuries, but has chronic pain issues. Retired from the Fed Gov. I am easy and fair. Connected to No Religion +/= 420. I need someone that will use this mainly for Sleeping and Showering or Whatever; light cooking doesn’t bother! You Go to a good job on time and and pay your way! Then all will be peaceful, warm and COOOL. You will get my respect. If you read this and and you know someone who needs just a little daily smart advice and understands (been there done that). 54 and try me for a part-time father figure. I only do stuff part-time. I will file taxes in 2010. If you lived with me and were waiting for stimulus hum, it could happen. No diseases or tell me before I hand you Keys. Your share of rent is Negotiable. Do you like that? Big Daddy here.

San Francisco like Paradise. Eat drink and be merry with gay.
Phone number upon request. Move in date is Open. Come and see!

No Nosey’s . . .

In case it speaks to you, link.

Valencia sidewalks being put in!  Now’s the time to trace your initials into the cement.

Photo from Spots Unknown.

The problem with working from home is that it is not often that I get to immerse myself beyond Capp/24th/Valencia/Dolores.  Sarah Palin’s “real Mission.”  I’ve started meandering around the side streets of the Mission these days (besides, the smell of Ritual makes me nauseous) and it turns out that there is some interesting shit street art graffiti going on out there.

Messy, messy.  That’s totally not how you vacuum a car.

On 15th between Mision and Julian.  Thanks to Public Frenemy for sending in.